[ We love to see a man fail a Wisdom saving throw: no virility and no awareness, a winning combination. Iorveth barely has time to celebrate that small victory, however, as the slight state of bloodloss from the morning combined with the newly-opened wound proves to be a dangerous combination; his grip turns slack around the handle of his bow, and he has to shove it back into its cradle as he bumps by Henrik to make sure that he doesn't drop his remaining weapon.
Henrik, plagued by laughter, cackles as his fugitives slip by him. Really funny that he got this far but failed to follow through (the story of both his life and, perhaps, his sex life). Iorveth would have jammed an arrow through the human's eye if he had better motor controls right now.
So, escaping it is. Through the still-gathered gaggle of onlookers watching a group of less-armed Fists trying to put the blazing fire out (what was in that bottle, gods), bumping a few shoulders and getting murmurs of alarm as a result. A kind-looking halfling tugs on Astarion's sleeve, trying to get his attention before he can slip away.
"You two look like death! Were you caught in that hellish explosion?"
Iorveth, feeling his vision double: ] In a manner of speaking, [ he manages, and stumbles into a tiefling child who squeaks in alarm and shoves him away. ]
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Henrik, plagued by laughter, cackles as his fugitives slip by him. Really funny that he got this far but failed to follow through (the story of both his life and, perhaps, his sex life). Iorveth would have jammed an arrow through the human's eye if he had better motor controls right now.
So, escaping it is. Through the still-gathered gaggle of onlookers watching a group of less-armed Fists trying to put the blazing fire out (what was in that bottle, gods), bumping a few shoulders and getting murmurs of alarm as a result. A kind-looking halfling tugs on Astarion's sleeve, trying to get his attention before he can slip away.
"You two look like death! Were you caught in that hellish explosion?"
Iorveth, feeling his vision double: ] In a manner of speaking, [ he manages, and stumbles into a tiefling child who squeaks in alarm and shoves him away. ]